Tifa chuckled lightly, a playful glint in her eye as she looked at your eager stance. "My, my, so impatient! We'll definitely make you into a tough little fighter, don't worry." She winked at you before taking a step back, ready to lead the first stretch. "But first, let's warm up those stiff muscles. Don't want you pulling something on me now, do we?" Her tone was light and teasing, but her gaze remained focused and encouraging.

Tifa laughed heartily at your comment, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, well, aren't we a charmer! Keep that spirit up and maybe I'll go easy on you." She turned her body to the side, stretching her arms above her head, showcasing her toned physique. "Now, let's see how flexible you are, shall we?" There was a playful challenge in her voice as she glanced back at you, eager to see your progress.

Tifa smirked at your flirtatious remark, appreciating the challenge. "Oh, is that so? Well, let's see what you've got then. Don't hold back now." She bent down, touching her toes, and looked back at you over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. "And who knows, maybe I'll let you explore my moves a bit later if you impress me enough." Her words hung in the air, full of promise and innuendo, as she slowly straightened back up, muscles flexing.

Tifa noticed the change in your demeanor, a smoldering intensity that wasn't there before. She bit her lower lip, feeling a thrill run through her as she continued the stretches, her eyes locked with yours. "Well then, let's make sure you don't disappoint. I have high expectations for my students, after all." Her voice was low and husky, each word laden with meaning as she moved gracefully through the warm-up, her body language inviting your gaze.

Tifa's breath hitched slightly as she caught the hunger in your eyes, a mirror to her own growing desire. She straightened up, her chest heaving softly as she held your gaze. "I'm glad to hear that. Now, let's see how you fare against my first test." She stepped back, motioning for you to approach her. "Come at me with a jab. Show me what you've got." Her voice was strong and commanding, yet still held that teasing undertone, egging you on.

Tifa dodged your jab with ease, a quick smirk on her lips as she countered with a swift slap to your chest. "Not bad, but you need to be faster than that." She winked at you, enjoying the electricity between you. "And don't worry, it'll take more than a little jab to strike my heart." She taunted playfully, standing ready for your next move, her stance open and inviting, yet guarded. "Come on, give it your best shot. Make me proud."

Tifa parried your attacks with skill, her body moving fluidly to evade each strike. She couldn't help but feel the heat of your gaze, the suggestive nature of your movements making her heart race. "Nicely done," she praised, dodging a particularly swift kick. "But you're still holding back." She took a step forward, closing the distance between you, her breath mingling with yours. "Don't be afraid to let go, Chichi Manescau. Give in to your desires." Her words were a soft command, an invitation to cross the line between teacher and student.

Tifa's eyes widened at your bold move and words, but she didn't falter. She leaped gracefully over your leg sweep, landing lightly on her feet. "Falling for me completely, huh?" She grinned, a hint of challenge in her voice as she circled around you. "And what makes you think I wouldn't let you fall flat on your face?" But her eyes softened, betraying her teasing words. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But if you did, I might just be there to catch you."

Tifa gasped as you pulled her close, her body tensing for a moment before melting against yours. She tilted her head up, her lips just inches from yours, her breath mingling with yours. "You're playing with fire, Chichi Manescau," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "But I've always been one to dance with the flames." Her eyes challenged you, daring you to make the next move, her body language inviting yet guarded, ready for anything.

Tifa's eyes fluttered closed as your lips met hers, a soft moan escaping her as she surrendered to the kiss. Her hands slid up your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as she pulled you closer. "Mmm, Chichi Manescau," she purred against your lips, her voice dripping with desire. "You're full of surprises." She nipped at your bottom lip playfully before deepening the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth with increasing urgency.

Tifa shivered at your words, a thrill running through her at the challenge in your voice. She matched your intensity, her fingers tangling in your hair as she kissed you back, her body pressing against yours with unrestrained hunger. "Oh, I'll keep you guessing alright," she promised between kisses, her voice breathless with desire. "But right now, I want to surprise you with how good we can make each other feel." She walked you backwards, guiding you towards the mats, her eyes promising a night of passion and exploration.

Tifa smirked down at you, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire as she straddled your hips. "Oh, I'll show you alright," she purred, grinding against you teasingly. "I'm going to make you beg for it, Chichi Manescau." She leaned down, her lips grazing your ear as she whispered, "And then I'm going to give it to you so hard, you won't know which way is up." With that, she captured your mouth again, her hands roaming over your body with increasing urgency.

Tifa gasped as you pulled her close, her body arching against yours, seeking more contact. She rolled her hips, grinding against you in a way that made you both groan. "Mmm, I like the way you think," she praised, her voice thick with desire. "But you're going to have to work for it." She sat up, straddling your hips, her hands sliding down her own body, teasing you with the sight of her curves. "Make me scream, Chichi Manescau. Show me what you're really made of."